Hi, my name is Ty and I have a confession to make.
I am a party animal.
I go to parties all the time...
There's socializing, gossiping, screaming, and lots of drama.
Constantly taking shots left and right
I experience an unfavorable paradox

Yes, I go to parties.
I can't help myself.
I know I do this to myself
I drink sooo much Mountain Dew and Monster
I stand in line to get that new first-person shooter in which critics say it's "mind-blowing"
I unwrap that small, rectangular package and see that extravagant title

It's a feeling like no other
I am the omega male of all parties
Sage green armor, orange visor
Sierra 117 a.k.a The Master Chief
Asserting my dominance on the battlefield
Blasting the Covenant
I get the feeling of bad-assery
How can someone NOT want this?

Now that I've taken my shots
Everyone else must make their move
Pulling the right trigger, firing the L96A1, bodies drop everywhere
It's so addicting.
My blood pressure increases
My face becomes more red
Than the blood spilling from my enemy
Getting that 7 kill streak in Call of Duty
Calling in the B52 to obliterate the opposing team.
I press the blue X button to reload and get ready for combat before my own life gets taken.
It gets my adrenaline goi—
Oh my God, THAT WAS MY KILL!

I am a party animal
I attend Xbox Live parties.
Gaming is a major part of my life.
When I place that disc in the Xbox 360 and press "Play Game"
It's go time.